Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 44 Goodness, she directly invited me to live together? Foreign women are so open-minded!

The afternoon sun was so intense it could peel off a layer of skin.

By the time Tang Yanning finally managed to bring the car to a stop, which was wobbly and uneven, Ye Fan had already rushed into the convenience store and come out with a bunch of small puddings. Water droplets condensed on the plastic packaging dripped down, instantly evaporating on the scorching cement floor.

"It's so hot!" Tang Yanning said, her bangs sticking to her forehead as she took the ice cream.

She said goodbye to Pei Yi'an in a hurry, saying she needed to go back and wash off the stickiness.

Under the shade of a tree, Ye Fan and Zhao Mingzhe, with popsicle sticks in their mouths, watched ants carrying cookie crumbs at their feet.

Zhao Mingzhe suddenly spoke up: "Based on my previous grades, getting into a university would have been a stroke of incredible luck..."

He licked the cream that had melted onto his fingers: "But this time I feel like I've got into a top-tier university, maybe even a 211. If my parents knew I got into a top-tier university, they'd be laughing in their sleep."

Zhao Mingzhe turned to Ye Fan and said, "Old Ye, without you, my grades wouldn't have improved so much. I... Old Ye, where are you going? Going home? Hey, hey, hey! I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

Ye Fan twisted the ignition switch sharply, and the electric scooter shot two meters away. The silhouette of Zhao Mingzhe, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, was reflected in the rearview mirror—this guy's emotional outbursts were more cringe-worthy than the engine of a driving school.

"Holy crap! Ye Gou, wait for me!" Zhao Mingzhe's frantic pursuit of the car resembled that of a husky on a walk.

Once he finally jumped into the back seat, his cursing wouldn't stop: "You son of a bitch! I dropped my ice cream!"

I almost bit my tongue when I went over the speed bump.

This one-sided war of words only came to an end when the sign for the Xin Nanfeng Convenience Store came into view.

Zhao Mingzhe cursed until his mouth was dry, and when he jumped out of the car, the back of his T-shirt was completely soaked.

This time, Zhao Mingzhe had learned his lesson. The first thing he did after getting off the car was to "click" out the electric scooter key, twirling it triumphantly between his fingers: "Ye Gou, let's see how you manage to fool me now!"

He chugged down most of a bottle of ice water, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Seriously, what school and major should I apply to?"

"The results aren't out yet, what's the rush?" The can made a slight squeaking sound as it was being squeezed between his fingers.

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"I'm just preparing in advance! So, which major should I choose?" Zhao Mingzhe asked, taking a sip of water.

Ye Fan, resting his chin on his hand, said, "My suggestion is that you choose an IT-related major!"

"IT? Why?" Zhao Mingzhe asked, puzzled.

Ye Fan reached out and flicked the mineral water bottle in his hand, making a crisp "clink" sound: "I want to start a company! I need your help."

Zhao Mingzhe paused for three seconds, then suddenly and precisely tossed the empty bottle into the trash can: "Okay! IT it is!" He didn't even ask a question about the career prospects, as decisively as deciding whether to eat instant noodles or takeout for dinner.

Ye Fan looked at his friend and felt very gratified.

Just because of this one sentence, I was able to make a choice without hesitation.

I remember when I failed in my business in my past life, this guy gave me 3 yuan without hesitation, even when I was struggling. That kind of unconditional trust still burns my heart even in this life.

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In the days that followed, learning to drive became the top priority for the group of four.

July 13th arrived in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the afternoon training ended, they couldn't wait to discuss their plans for the evening—they had already booked a spot at the barbecue stand and were just waiting to watch the World Cup opening match together at four in the morning.

After dinner, Ye Fan returned to his room and turned on his computer as usual.

I opened Google Chrome, skillfully found Little Blue Bird (which was later acquired by someone surnamed Ma and renamed Little Black X), and skillfully logged in.

The silence of the night is perfect for enjoying the "scenery" from the Little Bluebird.

As soon as the login success notification sound ended, several update reminders popped up on the homepage.

Those caring older sisters who have been following us for so long have indeed shared some breathtaking "beautiful scenery" once again.

Ye Fan scrolled the mouse wheel, and a series of "landscape paintings" slowly unfolded on the screen: some were people strolling on the beach in light clothing, some were showing off their flexibility on a yoga mat, and some were taking selfies in front of a mirror... Each photo was exquisitely composed with just the right amount of light and shadow.

As soon as Ye Fan switched to the Instagram interface, message notifications flooded in. Next to Sofia's profile picture, more than a dozen unread messages were prominently displayed.

"May the goddess of wisdom be with you during the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) in China!"

I wish you success in getting into your dream university.

"Today is the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) in China, right? How did you do?"

The further down the page they scrolled, the more urgent their tone became.

The latest messages even carried a hint of coquettish complaint: "Dear Ye, you wouldn't have forgotten me after the exam, would you?" The pouting emoji at the end of the message vividly depicted the blonde girl on the other side of the ocean pouting.

"The college entrance exam ended several days ago, why haven't you logged on yet?"

"You haven't really forgotten me, have you, my dear Ye?"

Ye Fan quickly typed on the keyboard to reply: "Sorry, Sophia, I went straight to take my driver's license test after finishing the college entrance exam."

As soon as the message was sent, the chat box immediately displayed "The other party is typing...".

Sofia replied instantly: "I see! How did you do on the exam?" followed by three sparkling star-eyed emojis.

Ye Fan's lips curled into a slight smile: "Number one in the country, believe it or not?"

"Oh my god! Really? Dear Ye, you're so amazing! Do you want to come to England? If you come to Cambridge, you can stay at my house~" Sophia sent a series of exclamation marks, accompanied by a picture of her British Shorthair cat sunbathing in her garden.

Ye Fan nearly choked on his water—this direct approach was even more aggressive than the opening match of the World Cup. Good grief, she's practically inviting him to move in with her? These foreign women are so open-minded...

He wiped the water stains from the screen and replied, "The results haven't been released yet. But getting into one of China's top universities shouldn't be a problem."

She then replied, "I have no plans to study abroad."

"Okay~" Sophia sent a pouting emoji.

He then added, "Our internet is starting to lag, and everyone in the apartment is waiting to watch the Brazil World Cup."

"Okay then! My internet connection isn't very good; a lot of people are getting ready to watch this year's World Cup in Brazil," Sofia replied.

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A photo suddenly popped up in the chat window—Sofia wearing an Argentina number 10 jersey, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. The fitted jersey accentuated her stunning figure, and the balcony behind her offered a view of Cambridge's iconic Gothic architecture.

"By the way, do you bet on football?" Ye Fan suddenly thought of something and tapped his fingers lightly on the keyboard.

"Never~ These betting companies are the most cunning," Sofia replied quickly.

Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh: "Wouldn't it be a shame not to participate in such a grand event as the World Cup?"

He deliberately paused for a few seconds before continuing to type: "Since you're an Argentina fan... I suggest you bet on Germany to beat Brazil 7-1 when Brazil plays Germany."

"???"

Sofia stared at the screen, her blue eyes filled with confusion.

Brazil to lose to Germany by six goals? That prediction is insane.

She was about to ask further when she noticed that Ye Fan's profile picture had turned gray.

"Hmph, so mysterious..." Sofia muttered, but inexplicably clicked on the betting website. The cursor hovered over the 7:1 odds for a long time, and finally she bit her lower lip and entered 100 pounds.

"Just consider it a joke..." she muttered to herself, never imagining that this joke would turn into a windfall a few days later.